Tag: Poetry
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Three Sacred Callings: A Meditation on Work Without Wealth
What sacred work would call to the heart if money were no master? Three lifelong callings—healing earth, preserving lost languages, and holding space for souls in transition.
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In the Spaces Between Words: Peace, Forgiveness, and Silence
A journey through the noise of meaningless chatter and late-night parties into the stillness of peaceful rest and silence. Heartbreaks, quick judgment, forgiveness, and the search for peace, remind that true happiness comes not from winning arguments but from honoring differences, embracing new perspectives, and finding wholeness in the quiet spaces between words.
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What Brands Do You Associate With?
An exploration of how brands intertwine with our memories, emotions, and identities—inviting deep introspection on what we truly choose to become beyond commerce.
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The Soul’s Autumn: A Life in Seasons
I was a child of budding rains, every puddle an ocean, every blossom a miracle; but life is a cycle of light and silence— spring’s laughter, summer’s blaze, autumn’s surrender, winter’s hush. And always, it is autumn that speaks most to the soul: to fall is not to fail, but to transform.
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The Glue That Binds Soul, Karma, and Body
Karma is not a blessing nor a curse, but the silent thread weaving soul to flesh— the glue that makes me stick awhile longer, teaching me in every heartbeat to honor this sacred partnership of body, karma, and soul.
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The Echo Game: A nursery rhyme for grown-ups
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With plastic bells And oil well shells And pretty maids all in a row Of unmarked graves below.
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How Often Do You Walk or Run #poetry
The Question Returns How often do you walk or run? The question echoes differently now, layered with all these perspectives, rich with recognition that the asking itself is movement, that consciousness is always in motion, even in stillness.
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What’s Your Favorite Word?
You ask me a simple question—what’s your favorite word? But words carry centuries, memories, and emotions hidden beneath their surface. This poem unfolds the delicate layers of language, weaving between personal memories and universal longing, building to a quiet climax where listening becomes the truest bond.
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The Architecture of Seven Days #poetry
A contemplative exploration of what it means to live an ideal week: waking with intention, embracing solitude and connection, reflecting through art, mindfulness, and the sacred ordinary. Each day unfolds like a new room in the house of attention, celebrating presence, transformation, and the radical art of being fully awake to one’s own brief, irreplaceable…
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The Weight of Words Unspoken
In the hospital room where silence grows thick as fog, I watch my father’s hands—once steady as oak branches, now trembling like autumn leaves against the stark white sheet. A deeply sensory exploration of watching a parent’s decline, where antiseptic burns the nostrils and unsaid conversations pool at our feet like storm clouds that never…
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